The utter silence in the apartment was deafening.

All three girls sat at the table, staring down at it while remaining completely quiet, as though afraid of what would happen if one of them spoke up. Both Itsuka and Momo, at least, had the sense to somewhat get dressed, with Itsuka wearing the same black t-shirt and jeans she had been wearing last night, and Momo wearing a nice pink t-shirt and shorts. Both of them had their hair down, with Itsuka's being a frizzy mess and Momo's still being weirdly straight after the night they had just had - but at least they knew that Ochako couldn't judge them for that, seeing as her own hair was seriously messy from just waking up.

As the silence dragged on, Momo stared down in humiliation at the table, while Itsuka, beside her, was looking a bit nervous, tapping her fingers against the table while her cheeks remained pretty red. Ochako, meanwhile, glanced between both of them with a raised eyebrow, her glasses a bit lowered on her face so she was looking at them judgmentally overtop them, tapping her fork against the plate in front of her -

- and then she lifted it to take a small bite of the pancakes, her eyes blowing open at once.

"Oh, holy whoa," She managed to say through a muffled mouth, swallowing quickly, "these are delicious, Kendou."

"T-thanks," Itsuka sheepishly grinned, scratching the back of her neck, "glad you think so."

Momo let out a small sigh as she raised her hand to cover her eyes, still utterly humiliated as Ochako began happily digging into the quick breakfast that Itsuka had made for the three of them, while the bartender beside her gave her a sheepish smile while likewise digging in. Honestly, she should be feeling relieved that Ochako wasn't being ... too judgmental, only really glancing between the two of them with a raised eyebrow, but ... but honestly, she couldn't help but feel like she had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Not really helping matters was that the two girls were a lot more relaxed than she was, with Itsuka at least eating her own portion of breakfast, Ochako scarfing hers down, and Momo pretty much still cutting up her pancakes into tiny pieces.

"So, uh ..." Ochako glanced over at Itsuka, who was still blushing a bit, "... how ... was your night?"

"It was, uh ..." Itsuka stopped for a moment, glancing at Momo as the heiress blushed harder and harder - and then she giggled and shrugged, "... y'know, Uraraka, it was pretty good. How about you? I, uh ... I didn't hear you come in last night. When'd you get back?"

"I think ... I think it was around ten thirty," Ochako tried to keep her voice light and conversational, "and I just kinda came in and went to bed."

"Oh, is ... that right?"

"Yeah."

"Yeaaah."

"Heh."

"Heh."

"..."

"..."

"... oh, god, this is so humiliating!" Momo groaned, pushing her plate away so she could rest her head against the table, wrapping her arms around her face and hearing Ochako and Itsuka giggle a bit nervously.

"S-sorry, Momo," Ochako shook her head, "I just ... I ... okay, I really don't know what to say to this. I mean - I don't even know how this happened! Like - what the hell happened since I last saw you two?!"

"I - I mean," Itsuka was unable to stop herself from giggling a bit more, going red again, "I don't even ... I don't even know where to begin, Uraraka. It just ... kinda happened? Like - I wasn't planning on it to happen."

"I ... wasn't either," Momo sighed, moving her head to rest on her forearms and pouting, "I - Ochako, I am so sorry you had to catch me like that -"

"Hey, whoa, I don't have a problem with it!" Ochako quickly shook her head, eyes widened slightly in panic. "Like - honestly, Momo, good on you both! I just ... y'know, didn't realize you were into ... uh ..."

"Girls?" Momo guessed for her, grimacing slightly when Ochako blushed. "I ... didn't either, Ochako. Not ... not until last night, anyway."

"Oh. So, uh ..."

There was an awkward silence as Ochako trailed off, evidently unsure as to what she was even supposed to ask here as she glanced between both girls - and trying hard not to blush at the obvious hickies on their necks, especially on Momo, as the two girls wearing presumably nothing but the overlarge shirts glanced between each other before looking back at Ochako, obviously hesitant about what she could say.

And then, before Ochako could open her mouth again, what could only be described as Momo's greatest nightmare came to life.

And that, by the way, was the sound of a key turning the lock in the door, prompting all three girls to look around, with Ochako's eyes widening, Itsuka blinking in surprise, and Momo's face to pale in horror as the door turned.

"... and then my mom says something about polishing my horns!" They heard their roommate complain as she pushed the door open, seeing the pink girl standing there in a black tank top and short-shorts, while their other roommate was close behind her. "Like, good lord woman, that's not something I wanna just discuss at the table! And my horns are fine!"

"Yeah, they look fine," Tooru said in sympathy, neither girl looking around as they closed the door behind them to kick their shoes off, unaware of the three girls sitting stiffly at the table, "and try not to let it get to you - my mom's always telling me to comb my hair. Like, how is anyone supposed to know? I'm invisible! I could have food in my teeth and no one would notice!"

"I mean, I hope you'd at least brush your teeth. Anyway - Momo! Ocha? You guys up?" Mina groaned, turning around slowly to look through the apartment. "Some jackass parked their bike in our spot, I had to park on the streeeeeeeee ...?"

The reason she trailed off, of course, was due to the two girls finally looking around, and realizing that they weren't alone in the living room - and they had a guest. Both of them looked at Itsuka at once, who was looking a bit sheepish and red-faced, as she raised a hand in greeting, looking a bit nervous.

"Uh ... hey," She tried to sound light, "I'm the jackass. Really sorry about that, I'll ... I'll finish up here and get my bike out of your spot."

Both Mina and Tooru blinked - or at least Mina did, with them being unable to tell what Tooru was looking like - and then quickly, Mina's cheeks filled with a lilac color to confirm that she was blushing.

"Oh, uh ... hey," She waved lamely, looking embarrassed, "s-sorry about that. Just kinda ..."

"No, no, it's fine!" Itsuka quickly assured her, giving her a thumbs up as the two girls walked over to the table. "Honestly, I didn't really ... plan to park in your spot all night. And I am gonna be out of here soon - I've got work in about an hour and a half, I have to go home and get ready."

"Ergh," Ochako winced, reminded of that.

"Uh - anyway, I'm Kendou," Itsuka reached out with her hand, smiling in relief when Mina quickly took it and shook it, "Ochako's new coworker."

"Oh!" Mina blinked, smiling. "At the - what was it - the bar, right?"

"Er ..." Itsuka paused for a moment - that was, honestly, a really dangerous question. Because on one hand, yes, they worked at a bar. But on the other, she had no idea what Ochako had told her other two roommates about where she was working - and this would be an awkward time to confirm that their roommate was working at a strip club. So, slowly, she nodded.

"Yep," She said casually, "I'm the, uh - the other bartender. Ochako's kinda under my care."

"Oh, cool!" Tooru gushed, moving around Mina to lean against the table. "She's a good girl, you'll love her."

"Guys ..." Ochako groaned, holding a hand over her eyes.

"Yeah!" Mina nodded as well, smiling as she glanced around the table at her other two roommates. "Honestly, she's a lot of fun, so I bet you'll ... have ... a lot of ..."

For the second time, Mina found herself pausing - this time, as she glanced down at Momo. It was thankful that she and Itsuka's seats were pushed in, not giving away their lack of pants (or long pants), but as Mina's dark eyes trailed over to Momo's neck, the heiress found herself going still.

"Uh ... Momo, what's that?"

Momo felt herself freeze in horror as Mina's dark eyes zoomed in on ... what was obviously on her neck, standing out on her pale skin. Momo felt herself flush in horror as Mina stared at it briefly for a moment, as though trying to figure out what exactly it was - and then, unintentionally, her gaze flickered over to Itsuka's own neck, where her own hickie was standing out, and the bartender let out a small sigh as she saw the gears working in Mina's head.

There was a moment of silence.

"Oh my god," Mina whispered, her dark eyes slowly widening, and Momo collapsed onto the table in her humiliation, "oh my god. Oh my god. Oh. My. God."

"Huh? What?" Tooru looked around at her in confusion. "What is it?"

"Momo's got a hickey."

"I - huh?!" Tooru's voice suddenly turned even more high-pitched, quickly getting up from her spot at the table to have a look - or she would, if Momo didn't quickly cover her neck with her hand, which, she realized a bit too late, only made her look more guilty. Tooru let out another high-pitched gasp, her invisible sleeves flailing around something to indicate she was waving her hands back and forth, while Mina looked like she was barely holding in a scream, holding one hand over her wide grin while her eyes widened in delight.

"Oh my god!" Tooru squealed. "You have a hickey! Momo, how?! How did you - who did you -"

"Uh ..." Itsuka sweated a bit nervously, drawing the two girls' attention to her as she looked a bit sheepish, "... yo. Again."

Both roommates paused. And then they started freaking out.

"Holy crap!" Mina bounced up and down while Momo sank even deeper into her chair, face entirely red behind her hands. "Oh my god, Momo, you finally did it! You got laid! Oh, my gosh, did you use my sexy dress?! I bet you did!"

"No!" Momo squeaked behind her hands. "No, I didn't!"

"Sexy dress?" Itsuka inquired a bit mischeviously, looking both amused by Mina's antics and a bit intrigued by the existence of a 'sexy dress'.

"N-no!" Momo stuttered again. "T-there is - there isn't a -!"

"Oh, yes there is! Can I go get it?"

"No!"

"Uh, guys," Ochako smiled weakly, trying to get her two other roommates' attention, "maybe we can dial it back a bit, we don't wanna -"

"Oh, I won't do anything she doesn't want me to!" Mina quickly hopped up, smiling wickedly as she put her hands down on Momo's shoulders. "I just - I wanna know what happened! For real! How did this happen?!"

"Yeah!" Tooru nodded in agreement. "Like, I'd never have expected you to bring someone home, Momo! Much less another girl!"

"Huh," Itsuka smiled a bit as Ochako went red, and glanced over at her, "and ... let's be real, Uraraka, you want the deets too, don't you?"

"... honestly, yeah," Ochako nodded, putting down her fork so she could move her hands over her mouth. "Like ... how did it happen? What happened when you guys got here? When did this happen?"

There was a short pause.

"Was it hot?" Ochako seemed unable to resist asking, going even redder.

"I ..." Momo was about to protest that, but seeing Itsuka give her a pointed glance out of the corner of her eyes had her halt her words, pausing for a moment - and then she sighed, sagging her shoulders as she finally sat up, and moved to begin doing up her hair with the tye she had beside her on the table, "... suppose I'd ... better give you a ... an explanation, Ochako. Since ... Kendou here is your coworker, and - and you're right, things don't really add up from how you last saw us. I can ... I'll explain."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"... and for the record," Itsuka smirked, "yeah. It was hot."

"K-Kendou!"


As they drove closer and closer to the apartment that Momo shared with Ochako, both girls knew that they weren't going to get ahead of the storm.

When they had neared the small apartment where the university was within walking distance from, Momo felt herself wince when she felt more wet wind hit her in the eyes, ducking her face behind Itsuka's back as the orange-haired woman drove her home on her bike. She had initially been quite nervous when getting on with her, but Itsuka, as promised, was a careful driver, never going fast enough to make Momo uncomfortable and just letting her enjoy the ride with her arms wrapped around her muscular stomach. But Itsuka's patient driving had ended up being their undoing as they slowed down near where Momo's apartment was, feeling rain begin to hammer down on them as the girl driving the bike winced.

"Oh, no," Itsuka groaned as she felt the rain start to come down harder and harder, "oh, no, no, no, no, no ..."

Momo found herself frowning up at the sky as well, wincing in sympathy. The rain would've been a problem for anyone, of course, but since Itsuka was out on her bike, and clearly not dressed for riding out with such harsh winds and pouring rain, it was clear that she had been hoping that she could beat the storm to get home before she was too wet. But from the looks of things, it was clear that there was no way that she would be able to get home without getting absolutely drenched - and the possibilities of getting sick were very high.

That, of course, made guilt shoot through Momo - if Itsuka had just ridden right home, she probably would've avoided the storm, but because of her, she was going to be caught out in the middle of this awful weather. Unless she ...

... hm ...

"Kendou," Momo poked her shoulder, getting Itsuka's attention as she pointed towards a small parking garage over near the buildings, "you can park in there."

"Huh? Are you sure? I thought you needed a pass for that."

"I do have one," Momo confirmed, holding on a bit tighter to Itsuka's waist as they drove around her apartment, "my roommate Mina has a spot in there for her car, but she's visiting her family this weekend. It'd be open right now - you can park there for a bit to let the storm pass by."

Itsuka hummed a bit, but it wasn't like the alternative was any better, so she decided to do as the heiress said, and began to turn towards the parking garage in hopes that they could get over to it before they both became completely drenched. Still, the feeling of the rain beginning to hammer on them only motivated Itsuka to turn the throttle so they moved a bit quicker, so both girls could avoid the need to get into the shower.

Getting over to the parking garage relatively quickly, Momo quickly swipped her pass against the button, seeing it glow green, and the garage door quickly opened up for Itsuka to zoom inside. Both girls sighing in relief for being out of the rain, Momo quickly pointed over to where Mina's spot was, confident that Itsuka would only really be there for the amount of time it would take for the rain to stop, and soon enough, Itsuka parked the bike and turned the key, pulling it out and looking around with a small smile at Momo as the heiress unwrapped her arms from around her waist.

"Well," She gestured with her hand dorkily, "here you are, Miss Yaoyorozu. Technically."

"I ... well, thank you for the ride," Momo smiled a bit awkwardly, reaching up to take off the bike helmet - since Itsuka only had the one, she felt a bit guilty that her taking it resulted in how wet and a bit frizzled the bartender's hair looked, "so ... well ... what exactly are you going to do now?"

"Well," She sighed, looking around the garage with a small frown, "I guess I just have to wait until the storm clears up a little - or, y'know, chance it and try to get home without being struck by lightning."

Momo found herself frowning at that - and then an idea formed in her mind.

"I ... well, if you need to wait, why not come with me to my apartment?"

Itsuka blinked a bit at that, looking around at Momo as the heiress went a bit red, but still tried to look open and inviting.

"I ... don't believe the rain will just go away in a few minutes," She tried to clarify, going a bit red at the questioning look on the bartender's face, "it may be raining for - for quite a bit. And I would not want to risk you catching a cold or getting hurt while trying to drive on these roads, so ... so if you would like, you can ... come upstairs with me and see how the weather is in an hour? It may take a while, but eventually the storm may clear up."

Itsuka slowly nodded along with what Momo was saying, glancing around again - and then she shrugged, smiling as she swung her leg over the bike, and Momo took a step back as she got up.

"Well," She shrugged, "it's better than staying around in this garage and risk a security guard coming up on me, I guess. And you're right, the weather might clear up in an hour or so - that'll give me plenty of time to get home. Lead the way, Yaoyorozu."

Giving the other girl a small, awkward smile, Momo nodded, and together, they began walking over towards the door at the end of the garage, Momo quickly unlocking it so they could enter a small hallway with an elevator. Waiting for it was a bit awkward, both girls looking away from each other as Momo found herself ... having absolutely nothing to say, making her panic quietly on the inside as they both walked into the arriving elevator and let Momo press the button for the fourth floor, the entire trip to Momo's apartment filled with nothing but quietness - but at least Itsuka didn't seem uncomfortable, swinging her arms a bit as she looked around the floor as they arrived.

Soon enough, they arrived at Momo's door, and the heiress tried to give Itsuka a weak smile as she twisted the key in the lock, and opened it.

"Er ... here we are," She tried to sound welcome, "please, er - take off your shoes."

"Thank you," Itsuka giggled a bit, and took a step inside, looking around interestingly.

The apartment was ... well, it was pretty simple, Momo thought as she took a step inside as well, pulling the door closed behind her as Itsuka took off her shoes before her. The apartment was pretty big, due to there being four residents living there, with a large living room with a big window on the side showing off the city (or at least, right now it was just showing the rain beating against it), a comfortable couch and coffee table facing a flatscreen TV, and a few comfy chairs and lamps to make it feel homey. The kitchen table was off to the side, near the kitchen, which Momo felt relieved that they had cleaned the night before. Momo's room was the closest door to the kitchen, and beside it was Ochako's, and on the other side was Mina's and Tooru's. On the end of the hall was the doors leading to the bathroom and the storage room, and other than that ...

... well, that was pretty much the apartment.

"Whoa," Itsuka whistled a bit, putting her leather jacket in the closet and putting her hands in her pockets as she looked around interestingly, "this is ... a lot bigger than my place."

"Er - yes, well, my father helped us find it," Momo explained quickly, taking off her shoes and following Itsuka from behind, "it's pretty good for what we need - it's not far from the campus."

"That's cool," Itsuka nodded, looking around at her with a weak smile while raising a hand to pat her wet ponytail, "so, uh ... do you mind if I use your bathroom really quick? Just to dry my hair."

"Oh, of - of course!" Momo quickly nodded, feeling nervous but still knowing her manners. "I - I could also get you something to drink, if you want?"

"Er - just water's fine, thank you. Be right back."

With that, the orange-haired woman quickly made her way down the hallway towards the open bathroom, quickly moving inside, flipping on the light, and closing the door behind her. Now alone, Momo let out a small, shivering breath, feeling nervousness threatening to overcome her and freeze her to the spot near the door, and quickly made her way over to the kitchen, opening the cabinets and grabbing two glasses before moving to the fridge and opening it, getting the britta of water inside and quickly pouring two glasses.

As she kept trying to get everything ready, Momo felt her cheeks turn a bit red, her heart hammering in her chest as she fought to keep her hands from shaking. She had no idea why she was feeling so nervous - oh, who was she kidding, of course she would be nervous right now, she reprimanded herself as she opened the fridge to put the britta back inside. This was the first time she had a guest over - not being polite whenever Mina and Tooru brought over their other friends, her first time bringing someone specifically over. And she didn't even have Ochako or Mina or Tooru to fall back on - it was completely up to her to make sure that Itsuka was entertained for ... for at least an hour, until they both checked to see if the weather let up and Itsuka could go home.

So she just ... needed to find a way to make sure Itsuka had a good time, Momo thought as she picked up both glasses to bring over to the coffee table in the living room. Make sure that she didn't - she didn't mess anything up.

Sitting down at the couch, Momo waited patiently for Itsuka to get back, folding her hands together and staring ahead as she heard the distant sounds of Itsuka moving around in the bathroom. Finally, after about five minutes, she heard the bathroom door open again, making her quickly straighten her back and look around as she heard Itsuka's socked feet walking down the hardwood floor, and soon came back from around the corner, her hair a bit fizzy but being tied back up into the ponytail on the side of her head, and the bartender smiled at her.

"Sorry about that," She giggled a bit, moving to sit down on the couch beside Momo and picking up the glass of water gratefully, "my hair's always hard to dry when it's damp."

"It's - it's no problem," Momo tried to smile back at her, picking up her own glass, and together, the two girls drank for a moment in silence. As soon as they were both finished, putting the glasses down on the table again, Itsuka turned to give her a small smile, although there was a clear awkward air between them that automatically made Momo begin panicking on the inside, biting her lip slightly.

Think, Momo, think! She desperately tried to grasp a topic they could talk about. Politics? Oh, god, no! Weather? We already awkwardly talked about that! School -?

Wait, that was it! School!

"I, uh -" Momo tried to keep her voice from cracking from nervousness as she glanced at Itsuka, seeing her sip on her water, "- so, uh - I - I believe Midoriya told me you were in school with him?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Itsuka put the glass back down on the coffee table, looking around with a small smile, "I'm at UA College - for mechanical engineering."

"Oh, so ... like ..."

"Like mechanic work," Itsuka giggled a bit at the awkward, not-sure-how-to-social look on Momo's face, "I want to open up my own garage after I graduate. Mostly for motorcycles, but I'm in school to also learn about cars."

"Is that right ...?" Momo was at least a bit interested in that, even if, glancing at the girl sitting with her on the couch, she really couldn't see ...

"Not what you expect someone like me to be into, right?" Itsuka seemed to guess what Momo was thinking, smiling when Momo went a bit red at how obvious she was. "Yeah, I've gotten that from loads of people - you'd be surprised at how many students at the college are always shocked when I come out of the classroom covered in grease. But honestly, there's nothing I love more than to get under an engine and tinker."

"Huh ..." Momo folded her hands together, "... well ... I imagine that you - you have fun?"

She tried her hardest not to cringe at how awkward she was.

"Yeah, I do," Itsuka giggled, "it's super fun."

"I - I see. Then ... how did you get into bartending?"

"Well," She leaned back on the couch, "I saw an application for the club at a concert I was attending with Set - she's my roommate - and I was intrigued enough to give it a shot, since I knew a little bit about mixing drinks from my mom. Then Nemuri picked me up, and Star showed me how to properly bartend. And I mean, it's fun! Different than getting under a car, but ... it's still fun."

Momo slowly nodded at that. "I - I also suppose it has something to do with talking to people, as well? I imagine there's not a lot of chatting while fixing up a car."

"Kinda," Itsuka nodded, "I got Eiji and Hanta to talk to occasionally, and I won't deny that it's sometimes fun to tease the customers. Just ... usually the ones who can take a hint are fun. The ones that aren't, well ..."

There was a pause in the apartment as Momo understood the implications of that, and seeing the slightly uncomfortable look on Itsuka's face at that - and then she let out a small sigh and sat forward.

"Well ... if we're ... talking about that," Momo looked serious, "I - I feel like I should ask. Is ... is Ochako going to be ... flirted and harassed with?"

"I ... okay, I wouldn't say 'harassed'," Itsuka grimaced somewhat, "but ... well, it's definitely possible - no, I shouldn't sugarcoat it. Yes, Yaoyorozu, it's more than likely that some guy's gonna try hitting on her. And ... they might not take a hint."

Momo felt her stomach churn in worry, but before she could worry, Itsuka reached out and patted her hand.

"Hey," She assured her kindly, "I don't know if you noticed, but we always got a big, strong man behind the bar to encourage anyone who might not take the hint to beat it. And we have protocols in place too - like, we got the boyfriend protocol -"

"T-the boyfriend protocol?" Momo repeated, blinking a bit.

"Oh, that's the - uh - it's when we send a girl we think has a stalker home with one of the guys, give them reason to suspect that we're 'claimed'," Itsuka rolled her eyes, "I've only had to do it a few times, and usually we take them over to Eijirou's place - his roommate loves to intimidate any stalker into realizing it's not a good idea."

"I - I see."

"Yeah. And back to what we were discussing," Itsuka flashed her a grin, "even if Eijirou and Hanta don't help out Ochako, don't think I'll just be standing on the side either. Anyone gets in Ochako's business is gonna have to answer to me - that, or my fist of justice."

Momo paused - and then she reluctantly let out a snort.

"F-fist of justice?" She giggled.

"Yeah, that's what Set calls it," Itsuka giggled along with her, "just one shot to the bridge of the asshole's nose, and he's down for the count."

Momo gave another small laugh, holding her hand over her mouth to muffle herself - and completely missing Itsuka smiling at her, a bit of red on her face - as she tried to calm down. Soon, Momo sat back on the couch, feeling a bit better about the whole thing as Itsuka likewise leaned back.

"Er ... sorry about that," She apologized weakly, "I've always been easy to make giggle."

"It's no problem," The bartender shook her head, "it's cute."

"I - er, well," Momo quickly cleared her throat, "and ... I suppose I should also apologize for how I've been ... er ... rather awkward around - around the club. I know that - that my reactions must stick out like a sore thumb, especially when you're all used to it - and - and Ochako having a better time dealing with it."

"Hey," Itsuka gave her a soft look, "it's okay, really. No one's judging you, Yaoyorozu - we all get it."

"Not all of you," Momo muttered quietly, feeling herself pout slightly at the thought of Kyouka.

"Anyway," Itsuka shrugged, crossing her legs, "if - well, I know that it'd be embarrassing to ask something like this, but ... if you had any questions about how the club worked, you could always ask me," She gave her a kind look, "I'm not gonna judge."

"I ... well ..." Momo hesitated for a moment - almost telling her no - and then she let out a small sigh.

"... even if ... my questions are a bit ... immature?"

"I mean, I'm the one working at a strip club," She laughed, "immaturity kind of comes with the job."

"I ... suppose," Momo shrugged, going a bit red as she sat forward, biting her lip gently.

So ... if she could ask ...

"Er ... I ... suppose I should ask. Is there ... are there any ... relationships amongst the group?" She went redder at Itsuka raising her eyebrow. "N-not that I'm trying to snoop, or be gossipy, I just - I want to make sure that Ochako doesn't - she doesn't misinterpret something."

"I ... guess I see where you're coming from," Itsuka gave her, "and ... well, honestly, no. No relationships that I'm aware of. I - I do know that people hook up sometimes, though."

"Then ... would you ...?"

"Well ..." Itsuka leaned back, thinking for a moment, "... there's Izuku and Himiko, they - they occasionally hook up sometimes. But that's pretty much a big open secret around the club - we all pretty much know, we just pretend that they're being sneaky. Like when they snuck off tonight to 'go get Izuku's jacket' - and Izuku volunteering to stay behind. Pretty obvious they were looking for some alone time."

Momo nodded, noting the small scowl on Itsuka's face but choosing not to comment on it.

"And then there's Himiko again, and her roommate, Tsuyu," Itsuka shook her head slightly, "we never got like - an official confirmation that something was going on between them, but Himiko likes to cling to Tsuyu, and you should see the blush on Tsu's face whenever it happens. And I think Eijirou and Tetsutetsu hooked up one time, when they were acting awkward around each other, and I'm a hundred percent certain that Yui and Reiko have something going on, but that's because I live with them and I hear Reiko giggling about something or another every so often - never officially caught them doing anything, though, so I've never called them out on it. Just wanna give them their privacy."

"And ... and that's it?"

"That's ... what I think are the usual hookups," Itsuka grimaced slightly, "no idea about any one night stand stuff that happens. Izuku and Nejire hooked up once a few months ago, but we never noticed them doing anything about it afterwards, so I think it was just a one-off thing. And I know Ky did something with Denki and Set a few different times, too."

"And ... er ..." Momo went a bit red again, "... have you ... ever ...?"

Itsuka paused at that, blinking a bit - but thankfully, before Momo could quickly apologize, realizing that it may come across as rude to ask that, she let out a small sigh and giggled, leaning back.

"Uh ... yeah," She shrugged, "once or twice. It was with, uh ... do you remember who Tetsutetsu is? Tall buff guy with grey hair, long eyelashes?"

Momo nodded, knowing at least who she was talking about.

"Yeah. We, uh ... we hooked up about a year back, when I was starting at the club." Itsuka, for her part, looked embarrassed. "We don't really talk about it, since ... well ... it was how he figured out he was gay."

"..."

"..."

"... oh." Momo said quietly.

"It's cool," Itsuka waved her hand, giggling slightly, "whenever we do bring it up, we always laugh about it."

"I - I see."

"Yeah ... well, what about you?" She gave her an interested look. "I imagine you'd have to have someone, too?"

"Oh, er ..." Momo winced, "... well ... no. I ... don't really do that, Kendou."

"I mean ... I figured," Itsuka nodded, "was just curious if you ever - you know -"

"Er ... no," Momo shook her head, pouting, "I - did have a boyfriend back in high school, but - it never went that far. Since he was more interested in touching my chest and my rear to actually try and - you know - have a relationship. I think it only lasted about a month before I broke up with him."

"Oh, man," Itsuka winced, scowling a bit on Momo's behalf, "trust me, I've been there, Yaoyorozu - kinda why I swore off dating even before I joined the club. Still, I'm sorry you went through that - it's gotta be tough."

"I got over it relatively quickly, but ... well ... it made me very quickly realize what boys may be after being in a relationship with me," She sighed, "so - well, I was pretty much in the same boat as you, Kendou. Swore off dating in high school, wanted to wait until university or afterwards to try and form a relationship with someone."

"Gotcha," Itsuka slowly nodded, reaching back over for her glass of water. "And, uh ... I guess it's also kinda the reason why you're so ... uh ... stiff in the club?"

Momo winced a bit at that, but still nodded.

"Yes," She sighed, putting her glass down on the table again as she turned to look over at the bartender, "I ... realize that my obvious inexperience with this kind of thing must've - it must've made tonight awkward."

"No, no, not at all," Itsuka was quick to assure her, "it's just ... well, do you want the honest truth?"

Momo nodded.

"Well ... it's clear that this isn't really something that you're comfortable with," She decided to be blunt, "and it's outside your comfort zone. Not that it's a knock against you, Yaoyorozu - I get it, strip clubs and strippers and sex stuff might not be your thing."

"I ... suppose so," Momo sighed, raising a hand to cup her cheek as she pouted a bit, "Jirou certainly seems to think so."

"Ky?" Itsuka blinked, turning slightly in her seat to look at Momo. "Did she - uh - talk to you?"

"I - yes," Momo sighed, moving to put her elbow on her knee so she could pout more to the side, "she, er - she made it clear that she didn't quite like my ... prudish-ness."

"Oh, no," Itsuka groaned, "what did she do?"

"I - nothing!" Momo quickly shook her head, believing that she may have just made things worse and beginning to panic. "Believe me, Kendou, she - she didn't do anything! It was just ... well ... she called me out for being rather uncomfortable with the club, and - and I believe that she may be right, I - I was being quite awkward when you were all talking about - about the things that you - you do in the club."

There was a brief pause.

"And she may have -" Momo blushed, "- told me that to get over myself, I - I needed to - to 'get laid', as she put it."

Itsuka stared at her for a moment, as though trying to figure out if she was lying, and Momo felt herself go a bit red under Itsuka's eye. Finally, the bartender let out a soft sigh, putting her cup of water down on the table beside Momo's, and then turned in her seat on the couch to face her, looking a bit sorry for her as she bit the inside of her cheek.

"Listen," She put her hand on Momo's knee, making her tense slightly, "I'll ... talk to Ky tomorrow when I see her - none of us feel the same way as her, so I'm going to talk to her and tell her that what she did was unacceptable. I won't bring it up with Nemuri, of course, but - well, telling someone you barely know to go bang someone to get over themselves isn't something I tolerate, at least. I might have to chop her, but -"

"But what if she's right?" Momo interrupted, feeling herself frown sadly as Itsuka blinked at that question. "I - Kendou, I know that I must've been -"

"No," She shook her head, leaning forward slightly and looking Momo in the eye when she spoke, "none of that, Yaoyorozu. I'm serious, you're fine. It's okay if you aren't comfortable at the club, because I know that kind of thing isn't for everyone."

"But what if it's just me?" She frowned. "I ... I'll admit that I'm barely able to -"

"Yaoyorozu, we could argue about how prudish you are or not all night," Itsuka gave her a deadpan look, "but that'd be counterproductive. I keep telling you, if you're not comfortable with us - that's okay, you don't have to feel ashamed."

Momo felt herself go a bit red at the embarrassment of being reprimanded- or, perhaps, it was because Itsuka hadn't quite ... leaned back yet. Her hand was still on Momo's knee, squeezing gently, and the look in Itsuka's eye was making Momo feel oddly squeamish.

But ... it wasn't a bad feeling.

"You get me?" Itsuka raised an eyebrow. "It's okay if you're not comfortable with any of this stuff."

"I ..." Momo found herself hesitating for a moment - wondering, briefly being yanked out of her thoughts about Itsuka touching her, what they were talking about again - and then quickly nodded, "... yes, I - I understand, Kendou."

"Okay, good," Itsuka nodded, smiling a bit, and Momo smiled a bit awkwardly back as she raised her hand to brush a bit of her hair behind her ear, glancing bashfully away as she moved her hand down to her knee -

- where she had forgotten Itsuka's hand still was, and both girls blinked as Momo's hand moved overtop Itsuka's.

There was a brief pause in the apartment, hearing the sound of rain beating against the large window and thunder rumbling distantly, as both of them slowly turned slowly to look down at where their hands were joined. Momo stared down briefly in blank shock for a moment before what she was doing suddenly registered to her, making her faint blush suddenly deepen as her jaw fell. Quickly, she looked back up at Itsuka, an apology on her lips as she almost made to move her hand off of hers -

- but then she paused as she realized that Itsuka hadn't moved at all, staring down at their hands with a ... well, it was an expression that Momo didn't recognize for a moment, but still made her heartbeat quicken.

It didn't look ... uncomfortable, of course. Itsuka was blushing, of course, but her mouth slowly closed as she stared down at her hand on Momo's knee for a moment, as though suddenly realizing that her hand had been there all along. And then, slowly, Itsuka's eyes flickered up to meet Momo's, and Momo found herself gulping as Itsuka's body slowly turned to face Momo.

It was only then, Momo realized, that their faces were ... rather close. It was perhaps this reason that Itsuka seemed rather frozen at the moment - they were sitting side by side, with a bit of space between them, but their faces had leaned forward so much that they were almost nose to nose. Momo found herself blushing a bit deeper as Itsuka subconsciously licked her lips, her own blush remaining on her cheeks -

- but then Momo noticed Itsuka's gaze flicker. One moment she was staring into her eyes - and then the next, she glanced down at Momo's mouth, and then back up to her eyes.

Momo felt herself freeze, her heart hammering so hard she was surprised the girl beside her couldn't hear it. Did Itsuka did - she just looked at her lips, didn't she? As though she was - she was going to -!

"I think we all can tell that you consider this place way too dirty for someone like you."

Momo found herself stopping her panicked thoughts when she suddenly recalled Kyouka's words, feeling herself blink.

"So this place? It's not for you. It's clear you wouldn't last a minute if you had to work here and not your friend."

Slowly, Momo found her worrying about why Itsuka hadn't moved away, why everything felt much slower, why neither of them were getting out of each other's spaces ... all of that evaporated at once, replaced by a sudden ugly feeling in her stomach. Kyouka had insulted her tonight, honestly - implying that Momo was far too self-righteous to do something dirty like she could.

And ... and wasn't this ...

... wasn't this the opportunity to prove her wrong?

"And if you want my opinion, you … definitely need to get laid."

"Uh ..." Itsuka said in a small voice, a small, sheepish smile appearing on her face, "... I, uh ... sorry, Yaoyorozu, I should probably -"

Momo wasn't entirely sure when she moved. Or if Itsuka's head moving slightly back was what spurred her in that moment. But the only thing that was certain at the moment was that she had moved her head forward and kissed the girl sitting beside her on the couch.

The apartment was silent except for the sounds of Itsuka's inhaling sharply through her nose and the rain pattering on the window. Momo felt her hand clench on the bartender's, still resting on her knee - but then she felt Itsuka's grip on her begin to gently squeeze. Momo felt her hand slowly slip away as her eyes kept screwed shut, her mouth still pressed firmly against Itsuka's - but then she felt Itsuka begin to push her lips gently against Momo's, and she found her heart skipping a beat as she realized, yes, Itsuka was kissing her back.

And kissing another girl was ... not entirely how Momo had daydreamed it to be, she blushed. No sudden fireworks, or explosions in her mind, or heart-quickening movements - it was a bit dryer, less feverish. But compared to the sloppy, tongue-happy, washing machine kisses featured in the rom-coms Mina and Tooru loved to watch on their movie nights, or the way her ex-boyfriend wanted to try shoving his tongue down her throat, it was ... a bit more preferable. Preferable to hands crawling all over her, with Itsuka hesitantly raising her hand from Momo's knee to gently cup her cheek, and Momo let out a small hum before they finally separated.

They didn't go too far, letting out twin breaths as their eyes slowly opened, and Momo felt her face explode into a massive blush as what she did suddenly overcame her - not only giving her first kiss to someone, but to someone she'd only met twice now - but before she could say anything, Itsuka moved forward. And this time, she had no doubt it was Itsuka who initiated their second kiss, the bartender catching Momo's lower lip between hers and gently sucking on it, and Momo felt her eyes close as she let out another hum, feeling Itsuka's hand lower from her cheek to brush against the top of her chest, and prompting the hand Momo now laid on Itsuka's leg to clench.

Finally, they both separated again, and Itsuka sat back, clearing her throat a little bit as she glanced away, her face red but not as red as Momo's. Momo, for her part, felt embarrassment fill her as she likewise glanced away, feeling Itsuka's hand slowly move away from her body and missing the warm feeling as they both glanced away.

"Er ... my apologies, Kendou," Momo glanced away, "I - I don't know what came over me."

"It's - it's fine," Itsuka bit the inside of her cheek, "it was ... it was nice, Yaoyorozu."

"That was … that was the first time I kissed a girl. I mean, I've - I've kissed other people, I just meant - i-in general."

"Wait - really?" Itsuka blinked, a smile appearing on her red face as she glanced back over at Momo, "Well, uh … I'm honoured."

"Er ... I suppose," Momo still looked a bit guilty, glancing down at her knees as she bit her lip, "I just ... I shouldn't have done it. It was out of the blue, and unexpected, and - and I'm sorry."

"I mean, it's fine," Itsuka brushed some hair behind her ear, smiling a bit bashfully, "it just … surprised me, is all."

"I just ... I'm sorry."

"You can stop apologizing, Yaoyorozu, I said that it was fine. I, uh …" Itsuka blushed, "… I didn't say I didn't like it."

At that, silence fell once more. Momo stared blankly ahead for a moment, slowly registering what Itsuka just admitted, and then, feeling her face turning redder and redder, glanced back over at the bartender as she leaned back on the couch a bit, smiling a bit bashfully at her as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

"You ..." Momo gulped, "... liked it?"

"Yeah," Itsuka shrugged, giggling a bit nervously, "it was nice."

"It ... well ... would you ... er ..." She hesitated then, not entirely sure of what she was asking - or what she would even want to do, or how to even recover from how awkward this had become - but then Itsuka reached over, patting her hand to get her attention. Looking back over, Momo gulped again at the look on Itsuka's face - it was still kind, but there was something ... else there that made her shiver.

"Are you ..." She raised an eyebrow, "... asking me if we can kiss again?"

Momo let out a small squeak, feeling like shrivelling up and dying from embarrassment - but she couldn't stop herself from nodding.

Itsuka paused there, looking like she was thinking for a moment - and then, nodding to herself, she straightened up on the couch, scooting a bit closer. Momo found herself sweating nervously, her face reddening even more as Itsuka raised both her hands to stretch her arms over her head, unintentionally pushing her chest out and drawing the heiress's attention, but before Momo could even think to do anything, Itsuka looked back at her, a serious expression on her face that made Momo falter.

"So just to make things clear," Itsuka raised her finger, "I am a hundred percent down with ... well, whatever is about to go down."

"R-really?"

"I mean ... yeah," Itsuka shrugged, giving her a smile, "you're beautiful, Yaoyorozu, so ... y'know, turning you down would probably get me beat up by a few of my coworkers. And it's not like ... well, it's not like I'm some paragon of chastity," She rolled her eyes a bit, "this isn't the first time I've been attracted to someone I just met and did something about it."

"Oh ..." Momo blushed.

"It's just," Itsuka's smile faded, "I want to make sure you're doing this ... y'know, for the right reasons."

"Er ... right reasons?" She blinked a bit.

"Yeah. Like ... if you want to kiss me because you're attracted to me, then hell yeah, let's do it. But if this is a ... y'know, a spite thing because Kyouka insulted you, then ... well, no offence, Yaoyorozu, but I don't want to get dragged into it. I just wanna make sure, before something happens, that you're not just ... using me."

"I -" Momo felt her eyes widen, her mouth dropping open slightly before she quickly shook her head. "- n-no, of - of course not, Kendou, I wouldn't dare do anything like that! I - I understand how you came to that, of course, and - and it's a rightful suspicion for you to have, but - but I wouldn't do that. I swear."

"Okay ..." Itsuka tilted her head a bit, looking a mix of curious and skeptical, "... then ... why do you want to do this? With me? Is it just because you find me attractive, or ... is there something else?"

Momo found herself faltering there, staring at Itsuka for a moment as she waited for her answer - and then she let out a small, defeated sigh, and turned to look back down at her knees.

"I ... won't say that I am entirely sure what I'm doing," Momo cupped her cheek again as her face went red again, "this is very out of my comfort zone, I - it's embarrassing, but this would be the first time I - I do anything like this. And even if Jirou did put the idea in my mind, I ... that's not why I want to do this. I - I will admit, that ..."

She hesitated for a moment, her face becoming redder and redder.

"... you're very attractive, Kendou," She quietly admitted, feeling like dying from mortification, "and not just physically. You're a very kind woman, and - and if I was to - to do it with anyone - I'd like it to be you."

Silence fell briefly as Momo felt like she was slowly dying on the inside, not able to look up at Itsuka at all as she stared down in humiliation at her knees, entirely convinced that Itsuka was going to stand up and walk out of the apartment for a moment - and then, suddenly, she felt a hand cup her cheek again, and she blinked as her face was pulled back over to face Itsuka. The bartender had a kind look on her face, and Momo's breath caught as she began to lean back in.

And yet, Momo felt her heart skip a beat, and quickly moved forward as well to meet her in the middle.

Slowly, they came back together, and Momo squeezed her eyes shut as their lips met in a much gentler kiss than the one she had planted on Itsuka. They both inhaled sharply as Itsuka caught Momo's lower lip in between hers again, and slowly, Itsuka's hands gently came down onto Momo's shoulders. While she flinched, Momo didn't back away, and instead raised her own hands to hold Itsuka's hips.

They then separated, but this time, Itsuka didn't wait for Momo's thoughts, moving to kiss her again. Momo was unable to stop herself from humming slightly as Itsuka tilted her head, to make sure their noses didn't get in the way as Itsuka deepened the kiss. For Momo, she felt herself shake - Itsuka's lips were much softer than what she was expecting, and she was much more patient than what Momo expected, their lips gently moving against one another as Itsuka's hands slowly rubbed up and down her biceps - if she minded that Momo's arms had a bit more chub, Momo thought in embarrassment, Itsuka didn't show it.

Sitting together on the couch, Momo could feel herself growing more and more embarrassed the longer their lips touched - and yet, her body felt warm, her back arching as Itsuka's hand found its way back there and pressed them a bit firmer together. Their mouths opened, and Itsuka's tongue experimentally pressed against Momo's own, as though inviting her to play. Momo let out a small whine, but still complied, swirling her tongue together with Itsuka's as her hands held the back of her head, and Itsuka's own hand moved towards Momo's, gently running her fingers through Momo's black hair, and the hand she had on her back moved to wrap around Momo's neck.

"I …" Momo managed to get out, her eyes half opening, and saw Itsuka open her own eyes slightly. As their eyes met, Momo felt her legs shake at the aroused look in Itsuka's face - it wasn't anything like Momo had seen in the girl before, but the sight of her staring at Momo in hunger was enough to send a chill up Momo's spine. Slowly, Itsuka pressed herself onto Momo, and the other girl lost her balance, slowly toppling over until her back met the couch, and Itsuka laid half on top of her.

Finally, their lips separated, and they both began panting, strings of saliva connecting their mouths snapping, and Momo blushed as Itsuka licked her lips.

"Do you …" Itsuka muttered, still close enough that Momo could lean up and kiss her if she wanted, "… do you wanna take this to your room?"

"Uh ..." Momo froze for a moment, feeling her eyes widen and her face become redder, and any attempt to pierce together coherent thought was prevented by the feeling of Itsuka's hands slowly sliding up and down her hips was making her shake.

"Just ..." Itsuka smiled confidently down at her, a sight that made the girl beneath her gulp nervously, "... it'd be more comfortable there."

"I've …" Momo squirmed, glancing away in her embarrassment, "... just ... it might be obvious, but I've never … done it before."

Itsuka raised her eyebrow slightly at that, but at the awkward look on Momo's face, decided not to comment on it. Or, at least, with a joke. Instead, she leaned down and kissed Momo's cheek, making the girl beneath her make a noise of confusion, and backed up as Momo quickly looked back around, still blushing. Now, Itsuka had a smile on her face, using one of her hands that had been holding the back of Momo's head to brush her fingers against her cheek, making Momo stare up at her in wonder.

"Don't worry, baby," She muttered, "I'll take care of you. Let's go to bed, okay? I can show you the ropes."

Momo gulped for a moment, taking a moment to squeeze her eyes shut as she mentally debated what to do here - and then whatever thoughts she had at the moment were shoved aside by the need to see where this goes. Slowly, she began sitting back up, Itsuka moving with her to allow her to get off the couch while raising her eyebrow - and then Momo then she reached down to take Itsuka's hand in hers.

Itsuka, for her part, merely let Momo lift her up from the couch, and smiled as they turned to begin walking down the hall towards her room, Momo feeling her chest rising and falling a bit as Itsuka's hand reached up to rub her hip, making Momo bite down a small noise. As they reached her door, and Momo tried to get it open with her shaking hand, Itsuka subtly moved forward, pressing her hips against Momo's ass and hugging her from behind, and Momo knew, right then and there, that whatever the hell was happening right now, she wanted to see it through.

Once the door was open and they stepped into the room, Momo only had a little time to push the door closed again, Itsuka glancing over and raising an eyebrow at the utter size of the bed, but the sound of the door closing drew her attention again as Momo glanced around. Before Momo could nervously ask what they would do now, Itsuka moved in again, and Momo quickly shut her eyes as Itsuka caught her lips in a kiss again, letting out a small, muffled grunt as Itsuka grabbed her lower back with one hand and drew her to press against her again. Momo let out a small moan at the feeling of her pressed against her, and her hands quickly rose up to cup Itsuka's cheeks as their mouths opened and their tongues slid out to meet again, Itsuka's more confidently and Momo's more meekly.

Slowly, Itsuka took a step back, and Momo was quick to follow her to keep the kiss going in her desperation, and together, the two began slowly making their way towards the end of Momo's bed, their tongues continuing to slide against each other and playfully fight as Momo let out a small whine. Itsuka, meanwhile, allowed her hands to continue roaming around Momo's body, rubbing her sides and squeezing in between their bodies to feel up her stomach, which was ... such a strange feeling, Momo couldn't help but feel taken aback - she'd have expected Itsuka to have grabbed her chest or her ass by now, but the orange-haired young woman seemed more focused on tracing Momo's body with her hands to focus on her breasts or her butt.

Finally, the back of Itsuka's legs met Momo's bed, and she was sat down, breaking their kiss as both women gasped lightly for air - but instead of another pause, Itsuka reached down to grab Momo's leg, and the heiress let out a small gasp as it was lifted up to rest on the bed beside her, and Itsuka's hand then slipped between Momo's legs. She let out a squeak of surprise as Itsuka's hand ran against Momo's crotch, still clothed by her jeans of course but still sending a sharp burst of pleasure through her as Itsuka teased her, a small smirk appearing on Itsuka's face as Momo shuddered and closed her eyes.

"You like that, baby?" She asked in a quiet voice, one that sent a chill down Momo's spine as she continued to gently play with her partner. Momo let out a small, embarrassed moan as Itsuka's palm came up to rub against her clothed privates, and her hands reached up to grab Itsuka's hair.

"I ..." Momo tensed, biting her lip slightly, and Itsuka let out a small giggle as she leaned forward to press a kiss against Momo's chest - just on the top of her breasts, but enough to make her heart beat even faster.

She felt herself shudder as Itsuka gently rubbed her hand up and down her crotch - feeling someone other than her feeling herself down there sent a sinful shudder of excitement through her, Momo automatically reaching out to move her hand through Itsuka's hair, catching on the hair tie there and slowly pulling on it, allowing Itsuka's long red hair to fall out and fall down her back. Itsuka let out a pleasured hum as Momo's fingers played with her ponytail, both of their eyes meeting for a moment as Itsuka's fingers rubbed her clothed pussy -

- and then Momo broke, moving in to kiss Itsuka again as she let out a moan, and the hand Itsuka had on her waist moved to circle around her hips, and with a grunt, pulled back as she moved back, moving to lay them back on the bed.

On top of her, Momo had to fight down the urge to roll off her - concerned that her being heavy would be something Itsuka didn't like - but the bartender beneath her didn't let her have the chance, using her other hand to grab Momo's thigh and bring it up so that she could straddle her. Momo automatically grabbed both of Itsuka's arms to pin them against the bed beneath the bartender feeling herself tremble at how hard and muscular they felt, and Itsuka let out a small sigh of pleasure as Momo finally moved away from the kiss, both girls panting as a trail of spit briefly connected them before it snapped.

"Is ... is this okay?" Momo couldn't help but give her a concerned look. "Am ... am I too heavy?"

"Hm? Oh, no, Yaoyorozu, you're not," Itsuka shook her head, smiling up at her while showing how red her face had become over the last few minutes, "this is ... well, it's really hot."

"Is ... is it?" Momo licked her lips absently, still feeling worried. "You, uh ... you haven't touched my ... er ... my chest or my rear at all."

"I mean, I feel like that's not much to complain about, seeing as I was just rubbing your pussy." Itsuka cheekily reminded her, and Momo let out a small groan of embarrassment as she moved to press her face into the mattress beside Itsuka's head, trying not to jump too much when she felt Itsuka's plump lips smooch her cheek. "Do you want me to, though? I was just keeping my hands busy, but if you want me to grab your butt ..."

Momo hesitated - and then she timidly nodded. Itsuka, for her part, merely smiled as she squeezed Momo's waist one more time - but then, instead of her hands moving up or down, she began to push up with her body. Momo let out a small gasp as their positions were reversed - one moment Momo was straddling Itsuka on the bed, and the next, she was on her back, her legs spread open with Itsuka lying in between them and smirking down at her as Momo's hands automatically reached around to grab the small of Itsuka's back.

"K-Kendou ...?"

"I'd love to explore your body," She smiled down at her, "but I think it's pretty uneven right now. All you've done is grab my hips, so ..."

She gently took Momo's hands behind her, and began to move them. Momo felt her eyes widen a bit as one hand was moved lower, and she felt herself go red as Itsuka rested her own hand on her ass, and the other began moving over towards -

- towards her -

"Oh ... my god," Momo whispered in shock as Itsuka allowed her to rest her hand on her left breast, Itsuka smirking at how red the girl beneath her was becoming as she realized that she was blatantly groping her now - one hand resting on Itsuka's right asscheek, the other one holding her tit, and Itsuka not looking flustered at all other than how red her cheeks were, and the aroused look in her eye making Momo shake.

But not from uncomfortableness.

"C'mon," Itsuka muttered, the seductive tone making Momo's legs shake, "don't hold back, Yaoyorozu."

Momo stared in tense silence for a moment - and then, as though her hand had a mind of its own, squeezed down on her breast. Itsuka let out a small murmur at that, and Momo felt herself shake as she continued to softly massage her boob, and the hand she had on Itsuka's ass gave a small squeeze. Honestly, this was ... well ...

... it was hot. Momo felt a bit ashamed of thinking that, as she massaged the girl on top of her, but Itsuka had a small, wicked gleam in her eye, one that shot a burst of pleasure through Momo, and she watched as Itsuka's head fell, her hair tickling Momo slightly, as she pressed her face into the mattress beside Momo's head, and the heiress acted automatically, moving her head to press a kiss against Itsuka's cheek. It seemed to be something Itsuka liked, as she turned her head to return the favour, kissing Momo's ear and drawing a sinfully loud gasp from her as Itsuka gently kissed and licked her earlobe, and the hands Momo had on her breast and ass squeezed again.

"That's it," Itsuka breathed into her ear, "good girl."

Momo let out a small whine at the nickname, and bit the inside of her cheek as Itsuka sucked her earlobe into her mouth to give it a nibble. She arched her hips up again, but this time, Itsuka's hand moved to grab the small of her back, and Momo grunted as she was lifted up into Itsuka's lap as she sat up on her knees, emerging from her ear and kissing her way across Momo's cheek and back to her lips.

For her part, she only grew more enthusiastic as they continued making out, her tongue moving wildly in her partner's mouth while Itsuka took a second to finally squeeze her ass (an act that didn't freak Momo out, instead thrilling her as she felt those two hands squeeze her cheeks) before moving the hand back around to Momo's belt, beginning to unbuckle it as her other hand played with Momo's ponytail, and Momo felt some of her hair begin to fall. Once the belt was unbuckled, Itsuka ripped it off of Momo and tossed it aimlessly off the bed, and Momo's hands acted on their own, reaching around and grabbing Itsuka's breasts to give them a squeeze, drawing a long moan from Itsuka into Momo's mouth.

With grunts, they both toppled over, with Momo laying in between Itsuka's legs again as they continued to enthusiastically kiss, Momo whining as Itsuka suddenly caught Momo's tongue between her lips. As she sucked on it, Momo felt her hair begin to fall from the girl beneath her desperately grabbing her hair, covering Itsuka's face somewhat, and laid down on top of the bartender, her hands clutching the back of Itsuka's head while Itsuka teasingly sucked on Momo's tongue.

Rolling around again, Momo found herself on her side as Itsuka finally released her tongue from her lips, both of them panting slightly, but Momo went back in for another kiss, feeling ashamed for the complete 180 she did on this kind of thing. But luckily, Itsuka wasn't one to judge - just kissing her back just as enthusiastically, one of her hands lowering to grab Momo's thigh and lifting it slightly to wrap around her waist and making Momo moan into her mouth.

As Itsuka dipped lower to kiss her neck again, Momo squirmed, allowing Itsuka to roll around again so that she was now on top of her, and Momo could look up at the ceiling, Itsuka's hair tickling her other side as she squirmed beneath her.

"I … yes … p-please …"

"You feel so good, baby," Itsuka murmured against her throat, making Momo shake as the girl she had taken home with her rubbed up and down her thigh, the way Itsuka's fingers brushed against her inner thigh making her quiver.

With another grunt, Itsuka easily picked Momo back up again, clutching her to her, and began to waddle over on her knees towards the head of Momo's bed. Momo supposed that she should feel a bit concerned at how easy Itsuka could manhandle her, picking her up like it was nothing, but instead a shot of sinful excitement filled Momo as Itsuka briefly cupped her ass, and then lowered her down into her pillows, hovering overtop her as both women attempted to catch their breath.

"Fuck …" Itsuka breathed out, staring down at Momo with lust in her eyes as her gaze flickered around her slightly bruised neck - Momo knew that she would have to use makeup to cover up the hickies Itsuka was leaving on her skin, but at the moment she couldn't care less, staring up in amazement, embarrassment and lust as Itsuka lowered herself back down on her. Momo's ankles automatically locked behind Itsuka's thighs as the girl leaned down, both of them staring at each other in the eye as Itsuka's hands slowly moved to her wrists, pinning them to the bed as Momo stared up at her, feeling her heart beating in her chest.

"So …" Itsuka licked her lips and swallowed, "... I guess you know what I'm gonna ask, baby …"

"Y-yes?"

"How far are we going tonight? If we're just keeping this as a make out, or ..." Itsuka smirked, "... if we're going all the way."

Momo found herself pausing at that, feeling her cheeks turning red again as she fully absorbed what Itsuka was implying. That she wanted to ... to have sex with her. Itsuka Kendou, a girl that she had only met briefly last week and talked a bit more tonight, wanted to have sex with her. There was a part of her that felt she shouldn't be surprised - she imagined there were many men and women out there that wanted to do this kind of thing with her, and she had always rolled her eyes as she imagined those kinds of reactions to her.

But ... but Itsuka had felt different. She had been more interested in just feeling her body and making her feel good than just grabbing her breasts or ass or thighs. And the way that Itsuka was leaving it up to Momo, allowing her to push her away if she wasn't comfortable going there ...

It made her heart skip a beat, and she quickly nodded.

"I ... yes," She nodded again, blushing bright red, "let's ... I want to go all the way."

Itsuka smiled happily at that, and bent down to kiss Momo again, although this time it was just a small peck instead of a tongue lashing kiss like before, and Momo let out a weak giggle as Itsuka sat back on her knees, her hands moving towards her belt as -

"W-wait," Momo suddenly interrupted, and Itsuka paused, blinking and looking back up at her, "can - can I do it?"

Itsuka raised her eyebrow slightly, but still smiled and nodded. Momo, giving her a shaky and nervous smile in turn, sat up as well, gulping slightly - she didn't know what was possessing her to do this, but she wanted to feel useful instead of having Itsuka do most of the work. Which ... she was probably going to do anyway, Momo winced, seeing as she was inexperienced and Itsuka clearly had the experience to take the lead, but she wanted to do at least this.

Putting her hands on Itsuka's belt, she was quick to unbuckle the belt and take it off as Itsuka had done for her, although it was a lot slower and not as violent as she began to drag the belt out from the jeans she was wearing. Itsuka, meanwhile, bent forward to kiss the top of Momo's head as the belt was slid off of her, and then Momo, with shaking fingers, undid the button and zipped down her pants, feeling herself shake and blush at the sight of a pair of red panties. Itsuka leaned back, still smiling encouragingly at the heiress, as Momo took the top of her pants to drag them down her long, slender legs.

"So," Itsuka asked in a quiet voice as Momo continued to pull her pants down, "do you, uh ... do you have a safe word, just to be sure?"

"Er ... a safe word?"

"Yeah, like ... like a word you'd shout when you're uncomfortable with something, want me to stop."

"Oh, uh ..." Momo hesitated for a moment, feeling herself go red - and then Itsuka giggled.

"I guess not. So in that case ... how about … red light, yellow light, green light?"

"H-huh?" Momo blinked.

"Yeah," Itsuka nodded, smiling patiently, "like … red light means stop, yellow light means slow down, and green light means keep going? You say green to let me keep going, yellow for me to slow down, and red for me to stop."

"I ..." Momo thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "... yes, I - I suppose that works."

"Awesome," Itsuka smiled, and lifted her hips to allow Momo to take her pants off completely. Momo felt herself go red as she pulled the jeans off of Itsuka's legs, showing how muscular but soft they looked as she felt herself shake a bit, and finally, Momo pulled the jeans off of Itsuka, taking her socks with her and leaving her in her t-shirt and panties - a very alluring sight, Momo blushed, but one that couldn't last as her hands reached for the bottom of Itsuka's t-shirt, and the orange-haired woman smiled seductively as she lifted her muscular arms up, and let Momo pull her t-shirt (somewhat ungracefully) over the top of her head.

Finally stopping, Momo took in the sight before her and blushed hard. Itsuka was ... very beautiful, with a very muscular yet feminine body that made her flushed - abs lining her stomach, her arms muscular, her shoulders broad, and her breasts, while not as big as Momo's perhaps, still big enough to make Momo's pussy ache. But Itsuka wasn't waiting for Momo's thoughts, instead reaching over and unbuttoning Momo's own jeans, making the heiress blink.

"Your turn, baby," Itsuka mused, zipping down the pants before beginning to to tug it down her legs. Momo squeaked a bit, turning nervous at the thought of this goddess before her looking at her frankly embarrassing body in turn, but still lifted her hips to let Itsuka slide her pants off, and once they were gone, grabbed the bottom of her sweater and t-shirt to begin pulling. Momo hesitated for only a moment, but still complied with raising her arms above her head and letting her tug the clothes over her head, and tossed them away.

Now they were both sat in their panties and bras before each other, and Momo felt herself turn red, glancing away in embarrassment. She hadn't known this was going to happen, so she hadn't been mentally prepared for someone else to see the stretch marks lining her stomach, which she felt Itsuka's eyes on as the other woman took her in. Slowly, Momo leaned back to lay against her pillows, still not looking at Itsuka at all as she prepared for some noise of disgust or the sudden announcement that Itsuka wasn't interested anymore.

"S-sorry about the - the marks," She blushed, feeling her eyes start to water - but then Itsuka surprised her by suddenly kissing her cheek, making her glance around at her in surprise as Itsuka smiled at her.

"You're beautiful," She muttered, and with that tilted Momo's head up so she could recapture her lips. Momo inhaled sharply as Itsuka pressed her down against her bed, laying her flat on her back while Itsuka's legs moved to straddle her, and the way Itsuka's hands cupped her cheeks made Momo slowly close her eyes, feeling her heart beat in her chest.

Finally disconnecting from the kiss with a soft gasp, Itsuka dipped her head, and Momo bit her lip as she felt Itsuka's lips press against her neck again. Itsuka didn't bite or suck on her skin, merely pressing her lips and tongue against it, and for that, at least, Momo was grateful, her hands raising to hold the back of Itsuka's head. One of Itsuka's hands slipped from her cheek to rub her arm, and Momo raised the hand to hold her back, her fingers lightly trailing the hard muscule there, and Itsuka's lips giving her neck another kiss before Itsuka raised her head, not moving back in for more kisses but opening her eyes so they could stare at each other.

"You wanna keep going?" Itsuka asked in a slightly husky voice, making Momo gulp, "Or do you wanna stop?"

Momo paused - and then she timidly nodded.

"Y-yes," She managed to squeak out, "we can keep going."

Itsuka smiled happily at that, giving her another peck, before she began to move her lips down. Momo tried her hardest not to make any more embarrassing noises as Itsuka kissed her way down her - starting at her neck, then her collarbone, then in between her breasts, giving them both a small squeeze and then continuing down to smooch her stomach. The feeling of Itsuka's mouth, her plump lips and her tongue, pressing against Momo's body was doing ... something to her, making her hold her hand over her mouth to try and quiet herself.

She was completely unprepared for how Itsuka seemed to know how she worked and what she liked, her hands slowly running up and down Momo's sides as she licked a circle around Momo's belly button, and Momo's own hand surprised her as it went down to Itsuka's head, her fingers moving into her surprisingly soft hair as Itsuka hummed, giving her stomach another small smooch as she continued downward, pausing to lick at the marks on her skin before she smooched her way down between Momo's legs.

At the feeling of Itsuka kissing above her crotch, Momo gave a small squeak, one that caught Itsuka's attention as she glanced back up at where Momo was propping herself up on her arms.

"S-sorry," Momo blushed, "just ... nervous."

"Okay," Itsuka smiled up at her, "then … I'll be gentle."

"Y-you, uh …" Momo gulped, her hand still automatically smoothing Itsuka's hair, "... you really seem to know what you're d-doing."

"Yeah," Itsuka smiled up at her, "this is, uh - well, it's not the first time I've done this kind of thing with a girl."

"T-that right?"

"Yeah," Itsuka smiled, and then leaned in to kiss Momo's thigh, "first time I'm doing it with someone so beautiful, though."

Momo squeaked at the compliment, raising her hands to hide her face, although she couldn't help but let a bashful smile cross her face as Itsuka giggled against her. Still, she allowed Itsuka to continue kissing up and down her leg, feeling those plump lips smooching and lightly nibbling on her soft thigh, before turning to kiss the other one. Momo shook as Itsuka continued to smooch her thighs before finally, she tucked her head in between her two legs, and Momo watched as Itsuka finally turned to where Momo's pussy was in front of her, smiling as she gently took her panties and pushed them to the side.

"Oh my ... oh my ..."

"Remember, baby," Itsuka muttered, licking her lips, "red light, yellow light ..."

"... green light," Momo murmured, feeling her heartbeat quicken, "y-yes ... green light."

Taking that invitation, Itsuka leaned in, and flicked her tongue against Momo's folds. Momo squeaked at the sensation, jumping a bit as Itsuka giggled, but didn't offer any resistance as she stared down at the girl between her legs in shock as Itsuka began to run her tongue up and down Momo's pussy. Quaking, Momo involuntarily clutched Itsuka's head in between her legs, and her hand went down to grab her hair to grip tightly. But if Itsuka minded, she didn't show it, instead continuing to slowly lick her partner as a hum of pleasure sounded out from her.

"Oh, my ..." Momo shook a bit in shock at how ... good this felt, feeling Itsuka gently going down on her making her throw her head back in her pillows, already panting a bit as Itsuka found her clit and gently sucked on it, making Momo squeal loudly and shamefully, holding her hand briefly over her mouth -

"No," Itsuka murmured, getting Momo's attention on her again as she glanced down in confusion. "I wanna hear you, baby."

Momo hesitated at that, but still did as she was told, lowering her hand from her mouth, and instead brought it down, hesitating briefly before resting it in Itsuka's hair, using her thumb to brush some of Itsuka's fringe away from her forehead, and the appreciative murmur Itsuka hummed made Momo's knees shake.

As Itsuka slowly moved her tongue around Momo's privates, the darker-haired girl let out a low moan as she sat up, keeping her hand in Itsuka's hair and gently tugging on it. Itsuka, meanwhile, moved Momo's legs so that they wrapped around her shoulders, and Itsuka's hands came back up to her tummy so that she could slowly move her hands around, leaving a ticklish sensation. However, one hand then slipped down, and Momo gasped as she felt a finger brush along her vagina - until it suddenly pushed in, and Momo threw her head back in a loud squeal.

"I - oh, my!"

Itsuka giggled a bit mischievously, and continued to slowly push her finger into Momo's folds. Momo, for her part, arched her back as Itsuka began to curl her finger within her, and gently began to finger her. Which, combined with how Itsuka laid her tongue flat over her clit, sent bolts of pleasure through Momo as she tried to fight the temptation to squeeze Itsuka's head in between her thighs, not wanting to accidentally hurt her. As Itsuka continued to lick and finger her, Momo bit her lip, feeling heat already beginning to curl in her stomach.

Oh god … was she already …?

"Mmmm," Itsuka hummed as she gently began sucking on Momo's clit, and Momo did her best to fight down a scream as her hand clenched in Itsuka's hair. And then the finger that Itsuka had inside her began …

… growing.

Momo faltered as she felt the digit within her suddenly began to subtly grow, Itsuka humming a bit as she continued eating her out. But slowly, the pleasure was starting to get away from Momo, the proper girl wincing as Itsuka's finger, continuing to move in and out of her, began to …

It …

"I … p-please … r-red light! Red light!"

Momo winced a bit at how that came out, but luckily for her Itsuka noticed at once. The moment the words 'red light' left Momo's lips, Itsuka froze, quickly looking up at Momo's distressed face, and the lust in her eyes faded at once as the finger within her shrunk. Quickly but carefully, Itsuka took out her finger, Momo wincing slightly as it was withdrawn, and Itsuka sat up.

"Are you okay?" She asked at once, moving forward and showing Momo how worried she looked. "Did I do something wrong?"

"I - I just -" Momo felt her cheeks go red, glancing away awkwardly, "- it wasn't - very comfortable, and - and I know that you were just …"

"Oh," Itsuka said simply, her face filling with regret, and leaned down to get Momo's eyes back on her, "oh, I'm - I'm so sorry, Yaoyorozu. It's just, that's how I like it, and I just assumed - no, no, I shouldn't have assumed, I should've asked first. I'm sorry."

"I-it's alright," Momo nodded, looking back around at Itsuka and giving her a small smile, "y-you stopped when I asked. It's okay."

"Alright," Itsuka slowly nodded, and then, in a quiet voice, asked, "but … do you wanna stop in general? Like - this?"

Momo knew what she meant by 'this' - having sex in general - and felt herself pause. True, her orgasm was now fading away now that Itsuka had stopped licking her, but … but if she was honest …

"I'd … like to keep going," She muttered, glancing away while her cheeks went red again, "just … perhaps not with what we were doing before."

"Right," Itsuka slowly nodded, scanning her face for any sign of discomfort - and only showing her embarrassment - and then sighed, and straightened her back, "in that case …"

Momo blinked as she felt Itsuka move on the bed, and glanced around to see Itsuka, with a small grunt, lift her leg up so that she could straddle Momo's own leg, keeping her knees on the bed. Tilting her head, Momo sat up a bit, but was interrupted from asking her question by Itsuka leaning in to give her a soft kiss, Momo's eyes fluttering a bit as they shared a small smooch, before Itsuka leaned back up and sighed.

She only realized what was happening as Itsuka lifted Momo's right leg up to rest over her shoulder, and let out a small gasp as Itsuka pressed her pelvis against hers. The feeling of their crotches rubbing together made Momo throw her head back against the pillow, a long moan escaping her lips while Itsuka shuddered.

"It's okay," Itsuka muttered, "I'll take care of you, baby."

With that, she began slowly rubbing her hips up and down, dragging their pussies together and making Momo bite her lip as shots of pleasure began to shoot through her again. It was a bit weird at first - she knew vaguely about tribbing from what debauchery Mina and Tooru would talk about, but she had never even thought about what it might feel like. The way Itsuka rubbed her clit against hers, their juices mixing and working as a lubricant. And it felt ...

... it felt ...

... it felt really good.

Momo felt the room begin to heat up again as the bed subtly squeaked from Itsuka's thrusts. The girl on top of her moved her hips circularly, throwing her own head up to let out a soft moan. And before Momo could even blink, her hand moved to grab Itsuka's ass and help her go faster, a series of moans escaping their mouths as they continued.

At this point, Momo had given up thinking coherently. She stopped overthinking every little step, stopped thinking about the club, stopped thinking about her worries. Right now, all she could think about was Itsuka, the way their crotches brushed together in harmony as the sound of her sweet moans filled her ears. Momo threw her hand over her mouth, unable to stop her squeals from increasing in volume and intensity - but Itsuka's hand moved to lay over her wrist, making Momo look up with bleary eyes and confusion as Itsuka used her other arm to hug Momo's leg to her.

"I told you," Itsuka shuddered, her hips continuing to move, "I wanna hear you, babe."

Momo merely whined, but still lowered her hand as Itsuka slowly let her leg down to rest on the bed again - but instead of keeping herself up, Itsuka threw herself down on Momo. The girl beneath her let out a moan as Itsuka moved one hand to her thigh to rub up and down, and the other moved to the small metal bar of Momo's bed, gripping it tightly while she continued to move her hips. Momo whined as she felt a familiar heat begin to coil in her stomach, and the hand she had on Itsuka's ass merely gripped tighter as Itsuka grounded herself against her.

"Don't stop," Momo moaned as Itsuka tucked her face against her neck, giving Momo a small kiss to her sweaty skin.

"I won't."

Their moaning and panting became louder and louder, Momo unable to contain herself as her hips acted automatically, raising to bump against Itsuka's in her pleasure.

"I - I'm cumming!" Momo squealed.

Itsuka felt the girl beneath her go rigid, her fingers digging into her skin as Momo came, her juices flowing out of her and staining the mattress, and that was really all it took for Itsuka, seeing the pleasured expression on Momo's face. Throwing her head down into the pillow beside Momo's head, Itsuka let out several loud, ragged pants as she came as well, her hips slowly grinding to a stop after riding out their climax, and feeling her legs turn numb as they embraced passionately.

There were a few seconds of quiet in the room, save for the sound of rain hitting the window and the two girls' long pants and attempts to catch their breath. Momo's arms had automatically come up to hug Itsuka to her, tucking her face into Itsuka's shoulder, while Itsuka's own hand was gently stroking Momo's hair as they came down from their climax.

Finally, with a small grunt, Itsuka began to roll off of Momo, and the girl beneath her acted automatically, rolling with her until they were both laying on their sides, Itsuka's eyes opening to look into Momo's as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Uh ..." Itsuka smiled shakily, still panting a bit, "... hi."

"H-hello," Momo felt her face go red again as what just happened finally registered to her, fighting the urge to hide her face.

"So ... that happened."

"Y-yes, it - it did," Momo nodded stiffly, and her bashfulness got the better of her, quickly glancing away as her face went very red, tempted to raise her hands to hide herself, "I ... I'm sorry that I didn't ... I didn't do much."

"No, that's - that's fine," Itsuka waved her concerns away, "it was your first time, I wasn't ... well, I wasn't expecting you to suddenly take charge. And - and I don't mind, really, taking charge."

"I - I see," Momo nodded, looking awkward as she glanced down at where their legs were entwined together, "I - I suppose I should - I should thank you."

"Thank me?"

"F-for doing this."

"Oh," Itsuka blinked, and then let out a small giggle, "I ... guess ... you're welcome? I'm not really sure how to accept thanks for - y'know - taking virginities."

"Er - well," Momo blushed again, smiling bashfully, "I ... realize that you probably didn't figure that - that this was in the cards tonight."

"Well ... I mean, that's true," Itsuka admitted with a laugh, her own cheeks going red," I kind of figured that we would hang out for a bit and I could maybe get to know you better, try to make sure you were comfortable with the club. This was, uh ... it was kind of an impulse."

"A-ah."

"Not to say that I didn't enjoy how this went," She quickly assured her, "it was - it was great."

"I …" Momo hesitated, and then glanced to the side to avoid her gaze, "... also have the feeling that this was … er … not your usual speed. You - you kind of seemed like you were holding back."

"During the finger fuck," Itsuka nodded, grimacing, "yeah. That was, uh … well, sorry about being so rough on you there. That's usually how I like it, and - well, yeah. Sorry."

"I-it's fine. You stopped when I asked."

"As for my usual speed … yeah," Itsuka nodded, "when I had sex with - er - another girl, she was - well, she was a lot rougher than you were. But I figured you didn't want that kind of thing - and it's not like I didn't enjoy this, it was great."

Reaching for her cheek, Itsuka raised Momo's head again, making their eyes met.

"Listen," She said softly, "it's late, and we're both clearly tired. Why don't we talk about … y'know … this in the morning? And if you want, I can go -"

"N-no," Momo quickly shook her head, surprising herself, "you - you don't have to leave. I'd - I'd like you to stay."

Itsuka paused - and then smiled.

"Okay," She nodded, "then I'm staying."

Giving her a shaky smile back, Momo leaned in, and was happy that Itsuka leaned in as well to share another soft kiss, no tongue-lashing or anything like that, just a simple pressing of lips that made Momo's heart skip a beat a bit. Once they were done with their kissing, they both got up, grunting slightly as they stretched, and together, they made their way to the bathroom, Momo blushing furiously as they both stepped in under the warm water to bathe together, and Itsuka had no trouble washing her back for her, while she did the same. Other than the nervousness of sharing a small shower with a girl she only just met, it was a nice, warm shower, exchanging soft kisses and giggles that made Momo feel more and more relaxed as they got out, drying themselves off, and Momo trying not to jump too much whenever Itsuka reached out to rub her side or her stomach, clearly enjoying her body and making Momo's head feel light as a feather.

Soon enough, the light was off, and Momo hummed as Itsuka spooned her from behind, unable to stop herself from smiling bashfully as Itsuka kissed the back of her neck. It was odd, to be treated so intimately and closely by someone she'd only met once before tonight, but she couldn't help but feel safe with Itsuka's muscular arm wrapped around her stomach and Momo pressing herself against her from the front.

This ... well, this definitely needed to be thought of, Momo knew that at once as she heard and felt Itsuka breathing against the back of her neck from where she tucked her face, sending a small thrill down her spine. There was a lot she needed to question about herself - about the complete flip from being nervous around stuff like this to willingly jumping into bed with Itsuka, a girl she only really met tonight. That she had come to the club nervous that someone would reach out and try to touch her, and ending the night thrilling to Itsuka's hands crawling all over her.

And that ... that tonight, she took a little too much pleasure seeing the pleased look on her partner's face. That was ... definitely a bit surprising, Momo thought to herself as she frowned. Sure, of course the sex had been pretty great, but ... but it had been when she had stared at Itsuka's face twisting in pleasure, hearing her moan in delight when Momo did something to her, that had made Momo more than happy with herself. And ... and if that was ...

... no, she ... she just needed to sleep, Momo shook her head, feeling her eyes grow heavy as one hand rested on Itsuka's. She needed to think about this tomorrow, when she had a clearer head, and perhaps the afternoon to herself to go over why she did what she did while Ochako was off to work.

She knew, at least, that whatever awkwardness happened, it could wait until tomorrow.


She had just ... never anticipated how awkward it could be.

"... and then we went to sleep," Itsuka shrugged, "and once we got up, we ran into Ochako, I made breakfast, and ... yeah. That's everything."

Momo continued to hold her face in her hands, unable to look up at all and show her roommates how red in the face she was. Of course, everything that Itsuka had said had been true (just ... downplayed what actually happened once they got into her room, Momo blushed - naturally they wouldn't want to talk to Ochako, Mina and Tooru about what specifically they did), it was just ... super embarrassing to have to hear how completely embarrassing she was.

Of course, if Ochako, Mina and Tooru cared about that, they didn't show it, what with Ochako looking a bit red herself while Mina and Tooru were practically shaking in their excitement as they whirled around to Momo.

"Girl! Giiiiiiirl!" Mina gleefully shook her shoulder. "I didn't know you had it in you!"

"You made the first move?!" Tooru gushed. "Ooh, la la! C'mon, Momo, you gotta tell us more! What did you do?"

"I'm not doing that!" Momo squeaked at once, her face burning redder and redder as she raised her head from her hands and saw Itsuka likewise blushing. "I'm - no, I'm not telling you anything!"

"Cmon! Nothing? You guys kissed, right?"

"I - well, yes."

"Did you suck on her boobs? Did she suck on yours?" Mina inquired, and then let out a small gasp. "Wait, did you sixty-nine?"

"Okay, yeah, no, that's where we stop," Ochako sighed, reaching out and rapping her knuckles gently on the top of Mina's head, "Momo said no details, so no details."

"Aw, man!"

"Anyway," Itsuka giggled, checking her phone before nodding and standing up from the table, "if I'm gonna be getting home so I can get changed, I should probably think of getting going - we've got work coming up pretty soon, anyway. Ochako, do I need to come back and pick you up?"

"Huh? Oh, uh - no, Midoriya's gonna pick me up and give me a ride."

"Ah," Itsuka nodded slowly, smiling, "okay, then. I guess ... I'll be seeing you in about an hour and a bit."

There was a brief pause in the apartment, in which Itsuka stole a small glance down at Momo and she confusedly looked back up at her, as though wondering what she was glancing at her for - and then she seemed to understand what Itsuka was raising her eyebrow about as she flicked her gaze from the girl to the door.

"Oh, uh - yes!" Momo quickly nodded, standing up from the table with Itsuka, "I'll - I'll walk you out. Uh - do you need me to walk you back to -"

"No, that's fine," Itsuka giggled, "just outside the door, please, I can head back down to the elevator."

Nodding a bit stiffly again, Momo began walking Itsuka out of the apartment, pausing for a moment to grab Itsuka's jacket from the closet. Ochako already knew what might happen, thankfully, if she left the other two roommates unsupervised, and grabbed Mina and Tooru's wrists to make sure that they didn't follow them to eavesdrop. The sound of whining and complaining was soon silenced as Itsuka and Momo stepped through the door and out into the hall, closing the door behind them.

Momo felt a bit embarrassed, only wearing her pink t-shirt and shorts, but at least none of their neighbors were in the hall looking at her. Although, Momo had other reasons to feel nervous, looking around as Itsuka put on her leather jacket and turned back to her.

"So, uh ..." She smiled awkwardly, "... it was ... nice meeting your roommates."

"Er - yes."

"And ... staying the night."

"I - I agree."

There was another moment of awkward silence, in which Momo turned to stare awkwardly at the floor, and Itsuka stood before her - and then the bartender's hand came up to her chin, lifting her gaze up to meet hers.

Smiling softly, Itsuka cupped Momo's cheeks, and moved in. Momo let out a small noise as their lips met again, gently kissing as Itsuka inhaled softly through her nose, and Momo's hands acted automatically, moving to Itsuka's hips and holding them as their mouths opened slightly, allowing their tongues to press against each other briefly. Then, Itsuka moved back, giggling at how Momo's lips were still slightly puckered as she took a step back.

"Sorry," She smiled, moving to wrap her arms around the other girl's neck, "I'd ... love to stay and kiss a bit more -"

Momo gulped a bit.

"- but I really do have to get home and ready for work."

"I ..." Momo licked her lips absently, making Itsuka blush a bit, "... I kind of wish you could stay."

"Well," She grinned, "I won't be a stranger, you hear? I still have to come over some time and hang out with you girls. And ... well, you might not show up near the club anymore, but ... again, you don't be a stranger either, okay? I'll be bugging Uraraka for your number today, so we can stay in contact."

Momo found herself pausing at that, feeling Itsuka's hands gently smoothing her hair back while she smiled at her - and then, with another small shudder, went back in for another kiss. Itsuka happily kissed back for a few seconds, their tongues poking and teasing each other as Itsuka kept her arms wrapped around Momo's neck, until finally, they both moved back, gasping for breath slightly -

- and then Momo shook her head.

"... I'll ... give my number to you myself. L-later."

"Later, huh?" Itsuka smiled gently. "So does that mean -?"

"I'll -" Momo swallowed a bit, nodding, "- I'll see you later. Er - later today."

"Uh ..." Itsuka found herself pausing a bit, her smile flickering into confusion for a moment, before she nodded, "... okay. That sounds - yeah, that sounds great, Momo. I'll ... see you later then?"

"Y-yes. Yes, indeed."

Nodding, Itsuka pressed one more kiss to Momo's lips, before finally turning to start walking down the hallway, turning to look around at Momo with a smile as she waited for her elevator to arrive, and then, once she stepped in and out of sight, Momo let out a shuddering sigh as she brushed some of her dark hair out of her face.

Yes, she hadn't been lying when she said that she would see Itsuka later today. She could feel her heart pounding a bit as she looked around, biting her lip gently - she remembered her thoughts as she laid in bed with Itsuka last night, wondering why she took so much pleasure in seeing Itsuka being pleasured. It was ... they were thoughts that she wanted to explore more, in depth. But ... but it wasn't as though she and Itsuka could do an arrangement - she knew Itsuka had to be busy, and from what she described, it wasn't like Momo was the only girl she fooled around with.

So that meant ... she would have to explore these feelings. And to do that, Momo gulped as she turned back around to head into the apartment again, that meant that ... she'd have to head to her room, and print something off her computer.

And that hopefully, Izuku would be okay with one more passenger in his car.


"Well, well," Nemuri's smile widened as she saw the group entering the club, standing with Cathleen near one of the tables at the bar, "what a group I have coming in to visit today."

Indeed, the group that had come in was a bit bigger than Nemuri had anticipated - Itsuka moved away from the group in order to slip behind the bar, waving to the other people that were in the club and starting to clean up everything, while both Izuku and Ochako stood near each other, with the green-haired boy glancing around at the club to see what he could do. While Ochako went over to Cathleen to receive her first official order, however, it was Momo standing near the entrance that drew Nemuri's attention briefly, seeing the elegant girl standing there with two pieces of paper to her chest as she stared down at the floor, her face red but looking strangely determined.

It took about another minute before Nemuri could focus her attention on the heiress again - she chatted with Izuku and Cathleen breifly and gave him instructions to head into the kitchen to clean, before she took Ochako over to the bar so that she could instruct her and Itsuka on what they would be doing. While she waited, Momo could tell there were eyes on her occasionally, once looking up to see Kyouka frowning at her before returning to scrubbing the table she was working on with a bit more force than necessary, but other than that, no one bothered her.

Finally, once everything was squared away, Nemuri turned back to Momo and approached her, smiling and putting her hands on her hips while Cathleen went to the back.

"Yaoyorozu, your dedication to your friend is admirable," The older woman gave her a soft look but still raised her eyebrow, "but you don't really have to come along with her every time she comes to the club."

"I - I am aware," Momo nodded, going a bit red as she straightened her back, and held the papers out to her, "and - and I'm not actually here for that. I'm - I'm actually here to give you this."

The club's owner blinked a bit as she was offered the two papers, but still accepted them from Momo, turning them over to quickly read through what they were. Momo quickly tried to look professional as Nemuri's eyebrows raised again, looking over the front page and, obviously, realizing what it was she was handed.

"I attached a cover letter to the resume, just so you may know some more about my information," She fought to keep the shaking from her voice as Nemuri's eyes scanned it, "and the resume on the back includes my previous work information."

"..."

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"... you're ... applying for a job?" Nemuri glanced back up at her with an unknown look on her face.

Momo let out a small, shuddering breath, and nodded.

"Yes," She bit her lip, "I am."

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"... alright then!" Nemuri happily put the resume on her clipboard, and then looked back up to beam at her. "You're hired, Yaoyorozu. Congradulations, and welcome aboard!"

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"... I'm sorry?" Momo squeaked.